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D12
Git Up


10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as m 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you don't get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy d twizzys back up in the hizzy!

[eminem - chorus]
Git up now!
Lets get it crackin, git, its on and poppin
Its d12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git up now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin

[swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me &**z to terrified to come get
Me,
Tempt me if you think swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, &**.

[kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers and mothers suing
Cause &**s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that you stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A indian n&*, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

[chorus]
D12
Git Up


10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Listo o no aquí vamos, aquí viene el problema en el club
11, 12, 13, pistolas grandes como de 16 m
¿Cómo coño se cuelan con estos calentadores de muchos en nuestros pantalones vaqueros
Nina, 2 de Nina, una paz y ni siquiera nos ven
Algo de mierda que apretar se dispara cada uno que gon 'cree sus ametralladoras
Vanos vo vano, los plátanos en nuestras franelas
Manos alrededor asas nuestro potro, mantenerlos como velas romanas
Vannas vo Vannas, plátano fanna fo fannas
Que vuelven todos los plátanos, los clips Banna cargado
Los gerentes, gorilas y los dueños del club, los hijos de puta no nos quieren
Para subir y correr en el club y ejecutar en ella con un montón de
Hijos de puta de Runyan, poppin constante a las cebollas,
Preparados, listos para ir a la tuerca, se preparan para arrancar todo el club hasta
Fixin para entrar en algo de mierda apenas picor para ahogar a alguien
Usted sabe que finna loc'n cuando mixin coque y ron con coca-cola tuerca hasta
Sí, sí, oh, ¿qué pasa, ver a mi gente tirar mierda
Nos vemos hablar esa mierda azada ahora cuando por no levantarse
Y no se puede sentar a su ranura para arriba, la ambulancia no usted coser
Sólo usted vomita en el maletero una vez que etiquetar su dedo gordo del pie hasta
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
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